Behold the flowers on the hill, <br />The birds in song, the sudden still <br />Of air and will, as all pause for spring, <br />That time when the soul stirs and sings. <br /> <br />Hear the songs of praise and prayers and grace, <br />That leave a look of reverence on each face, <br />As people raise their voices and their hearts, <br />And try to fly up to their Maker as if they were larks. <br /> <br /> Spring: When the worms borough in the earth. <br /> Spring: When the flowers burst with bloom. <br /> Spring: When prayers rise unbidden. <br /> Spring: When He looks on His creation and smiles. <br /> <br /> Amen<br /><br />Mary Naylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-120/
